#2jackets

When Ana had pulled her on top to straddle her lap, Cairis had worried that she might crush the more slender woman.

Ana had made those worries fly right out of her mind with a sizzling kiss.

Cairis could barely breathe for the sheer excitement of being with Ana.  Her adoration for her lover - her appreciation for Ana’s beauty, strength... her everything... felt like a fire within her.

She could never have enough of the beautiful, kick-ass woman that was Anaiya Strai.

Clasping her hands to either side of Ana’s jaw, Cairis held the other woman still as she took control of the kiss.  She made love to Ana’s mouth with her own; worshiped her lover; attempted to communicate how much she loved Ana and wanted her.

It must have worked as, suddenly, Ana’s hands slid along her thighs to her rump and gripped, squeezed - lifted; trying to get Cairis closer.

Cairis rose into the motion easily.  She slid her body against Ana’s, still kissing, and couldn’t help the roll of her hips as her arousal heightened.  She felt Ana’s fingers clench; felt the sting of claws in her meaty rump - and growled.

If that’s the way Ana wanted to play it... then, fine.

Cairis slid her hands back, gathered fistfuls of Ana’s gorgeous hair, and pulled her head back.

Ana allowed it and even groaned into her mouth.  Cairis kissed her again, again, and then slid her mouth to Ana’s neck where she sucked biting kisses along that lithe column.

“Mine,” Cairis purred, and sat down again - rolling her hips against her lover.